Mistral
THE DECEMBERISTS · What A Terrible World, What A Beautiful World 2015 · Track 12 of 13
Written by Colin Meloy
So we already wrecked the rental car And I've already lost my way But feet entombed in this cursed bar For a day, anyway So lay me down on the cobblestone And then furrow this aching jet The streets are built on ancient gold And the crib, and the will
Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Woah, the mistral Blown away Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Wanna blow, wanna blow, wanna blow
So it's me and you and the baby boy And the fort's shed away Breaking out a little joy Blown away, back in stance
Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Woah, the mistral Blown away Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Wanna blow, wanna blow, wanna blow Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Woah, the mistral Blown away Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Wanna blow, wanna blow, wanna blow
Woah, the mistral Blown it all away Woah, the mistral Blown away